MTL - Salted Fish Doesn’t Want to Inherit Hundred of Billion Property-Chapter 132 under the dream

Makino is a ruthless man who does what he says. He strolls around the market with his cat in his arms, and he ordered a pair of roasted wings, a roasted leek, and a roasted gluten for himself. , an egg fried rice, an ice cream...

Not a single bite? Poor weak and innocent kitty.

Qing Qin: Why can't I support you?

The cat slumped in his arms, finally arousing the few sympathies of Makino: "Go back and let the kitchen give you a meal."

"Meow." I don't want to eat cat food, thank you.

This kind of fragrance should only exist in the sky and never exist on the ground, Qing Miao pricked up her ears, shook her beard, her soul has been hooked away by the fragrance, you, my favorite chef!

Sure enough, at a stall in the night market, the person who is roasting meat, who else is Han Yuquan?

But before the end, the kitten blew up instinctively and made a gasp: MD, the paws are itchy, who moved our chef Han!

Half of Han Yuquan's sleeves were empty at this time, and he was just slowly grilling skewers with his left hand.

Losing a hand means cutting off the culinary journey for him.

, stopped working, and the crowd dispersed, leaving behind a lot of regretful sighs.

"It's a pity, it's sold out so quickly today, I just came over after work."

"After all, the boss is not in good health. He can't bake for too long, and he is also a poor man."

"I heard that the price of the stall has increased recently. I wonder if the boss can stay here? Go, I really like their baked gluten."

Qing Qin rarely misses the family business that dragged him down for a long time, and then his body lightened, he was picked up by Han Yuquan with one hand, and even flipped twice.

Why is this posture like smashing meat, no, Han Yuquan will be a dragon, tiger and phoenix, doesn't he want to stew Ben Meow!

"Miaomiao, what do you want to eat, I can cook it for you?" Han Yuquan felt relieved when he saw the cat, looked at the remaining ingredients, and asked.

Next? Laughing for a second, how can cats understand what people say?

Immediately, he saw the cat jumping up, patrolling for a while in front of the remaining ingredients, and ordering a small piece of chicken breast and a small piece of beef.

Han Yuquan was a little surprised: "Is this cat really sperm."

Then quite skillfully made a bowl of cat rice, put a small plate on the stage, and let Qing Qin enjoy it.

So, when Makino traveled through most of the night market and finally came over, he saw this worry-free kitten was full and was combing his fur slowly.

Qing Qin heard the footsteps, stopped, squatted obediently, meows twice, what kind of bad intentions can a kitten have.

Muye was angry at the cat, but he laughed when he saw this scene, looked at Han Yuquan, looked away from the broken arm politely: "Thank you for taking care of our family Mao Mao. "

"It's okay, he's very good." Han Yuquan smiled when he saw Muye's red and swollen eyes from crying, "Want to stay? Come and have something to eat?"

At this time, the customers in the store were almost gone, and it seemed quite sparse. Makino immediately softened, and there was still some room in his stomach. He had to support other people's self-reliance and self-improvement business!

There are fewer ingredients left at this time, Han Yuquan simply made a bowl of Yangchun noodles.

This soup also has a lot of history. It is the first soup that Han Yuquan has carefully researched. A unique aroma permeates the entire stall.

When the bowl of noodles was brought to the table, Makino's eyes lit up. He is also a glutton. It's not that he hasn't eaten the feast of top chefs in top restaurants, but this is the first time he has seen such a bowl of noodles in such a humble restaurant.

Although it is just an ordinary Yangchun noodles, the noodles are smooth and smooth, and the umami is soothingly released in the mouth, so delicious that people almost cry.

He thought of the breeze in spring, the stove in winter, and the smile of his mother.

He slumped on the chair, holding a napkin and crying. The people in the same room were just washing the dishes in silence, not to expose it or to embarrass him.

"Boss, can I have another bowl of noodles? I want to draw it." Makino calmed down, licked the cat on his lap, and took out the tablet from his backpack.

"Why are you painting this?" Han Yuquan asked, putting the bowls into the dryer one by one.

Makino rarely showed a shy look: "I want to draw a cartoon, and I want to make an animation, which tells the story of food."

"That's great. I've traveled all over the country and learned a lot of food. Sometimes I think it would be nice if someone could write it down."

"Then can you tell me?"

The two started chatting about this, and the more they agreed, it was dawn before they knew it.

Muye held the tablet and looked at the drawings one after another, he couldn't help sighing deeply: "I'll send these to your mailbox."

"No, I'll wait for you to publish the comic, and then buy a copy." Han Yuquan said, "Oh, I just remembered the question you asked before..."

Qing Qin who woke up again: No, it's not over yet?

Fortunately, both parties remembered that it was not early, just made an appointment for the next time and went back separately.

Qing Qin was chasing his tail boredly in the room, and when he turned around, he saw that Makino ordered a set of painting tools online.

A cat's head came over curiously, Makino gave it a hand, and clicked on another page: "This is the competition for young cartoonists. We want us to send a manuscript to the preliminary competition."

He hesitated for a moment, and said, "This competition can be anonymous to the outside world. After success, the comics will be published. If it can..."

Qing Qin let out a meow, what's the hesitation, your previous comics are popular all over the country, the whole world is blowing your rainbow farts, don't be a coward, just do it.

He took a step and slapped his claws on the plate: Duck!

In the next period of time, Muye took the package home like a thief, avoiding the servants up and down, carefully drawing the manuscript needed for the preliminary competition .

The manuscript needs to be mailed or sent in person to the mailbox of the competition organizing committee. Therefore, after all completed, Makino carefully packaged the painting and put it in a special envelope. Another layer of cowhide bag was put on the outside, and it was stuffed in the middle of the book to hide people's eyes and ears.

"Wait until tomorrow, ah no, preferably the day after tomorrow, and I'll send this painting."

This time, trying to get closer to the dream is his little rebellion.

Qinqin sunbathing: Hey, do you know that you are setting up a flag?

As Qing Qin felt, just when Muye was called out to socialize early in the morning, some elders of the Mu family just came to visit, and after walking around in the study, they saw the bookshelf There are several art theories: "Why is this stuff still at home? How do you guys do things?"

"If the second master goes down the wrong path again, let's see how the old lady will deal with you!"

The servants naturally couldn't bear this responsibility, and immediately threw the row of art books into the bag and sent it to the garbage disposal.

Qing Qin, who stayed at home because she couldn't get up: That painting is still in the book!

He hurriedly jumped off the window sill, ran all the way through the bushes, chasing the servants to the garbage disposal: Muye, don't even want this year's bonus, you have nothing to do What flag, I don't want me to end it for you!

Fortunately, he still found the bag at a critical moment, bit it through smoothly, and took the divided manuscript out of the pile of books.

Go back or…

Qing Qin looked down at the already filled address: Forget it, send the Buddha to the west.

"Today's sand sculpture news feed is: A city bus staff said that a cat got on the bus after putting in a coin, and angrily launched a meow fist because the staff refused."

"A passerby allegedly saw a raccoon cat running down the street with an envelope in its mouth."

"Cat... Cats will wait for traffic lights!"

This spectacle was photographed by several passers-by, and then posted on the circle of friends, ushering in a lot of discussion and emotion.

A small tag# said that after the founding of the People's Republic of China will not be allowed to become an elite# quietly ignited the heat.

Send the Buddha to the west, I don't want to do it anymore!

But this frustration was only for a moment. After Qing Qin confirmed the location, he dragged the envelope into the door, jumped to the table at the front desk, and launched a cute offensive against the young lady.

The effect was excellent. The two young ladies were immediately emptied by the cute blood tank, turned out a few small snacks and fed them to Qing Qin, and then they were led to see the carefully packed envelopes on the ground.

"This is?"

Qing Qin neatly tore the outer layer to reveal the carefully transcribed envelope inside, then stretched out his claws and pointed to the fuel tank next to him.

"Someone asked the cat to deliver the letter." The front desk couldn't help laughing, squatted down, took the envelope in his hand, and under Qing Qin's gaze, the delivery was completed, "Okay, kitty You got the job done, you did a great job."

Qing Qin perfunctory licked for a few minutes, glanced at the time, and ran back along the original route again.

When he went back, Muye had already asked several servants, and when he returned to the bedroom, his whole body exuded an air of lovelessness.

Qing Qin cheated on himself for another meal, meowing a few times, seeing that the other party did not recover, he also went back to sleep in the cat's nest with peace of mind: this journey is really Exhausted.

A week later, Makino was surprised to receive an email from the organizer. After repeatedly calling to confirm, he finally couldn't help laughing wildly in the room.

The cat stretched out its claws to cover its ears, hiding its merits and fame.

"They said it was delivered by a cat, did you deliver it for me?" Muye put down the phone, picked up the cat and took a deep breath.

As Qing Qin judged, Makino's skill is here, this painting quickly won the first place, and the comic book will be released soon, and the signature is naturally in the text.

With this affirmation, Muye finally broke free of some shackles, and did not hesitate to work in Mujia's company.

But two months later, with the thunder of the Dayue incident, Muye ran away with a large number of followers, quit the game, and established a new financial company on his own. Roaring incompetence, he found Han Yuquan and formally established an animation company, and his comics could finally be made into animations as he wished.

During the recruitment process of the animation company, Qing Qin squatted on the cat tree and saw a man with a face full of vicissitudes walk in, and introduced himself: "My name is Piobei."

Qing Qin immediately jumped down from the cat tree, clicked on his resume and meowed several times: "It's him, don't be confused by his name, this is a master of making money!"

During this time, Muye was also reminded by the cat to do a lot of things, hesitated for a moment, and accepted the thief.

Everything is going well, and Qingqin is also collecting information secretly. At present, there is indeed a Qingqin in this world. In terms of his behavior, he is smooth and changeable. .

In addition, the cat watched the play played by the dog man with a serious face, and always felt that this one was slightly different from his own.

However, before Qing Qin went to verify the idea, he stepped down again, and when he landed again, he was actually in a laboratory.

Hospital.

The nurse was recording the patient's data today. As soon as she lowered her head, she saw that the pair of well-joined hands moved slightly. This movement was very slight. Recorded? This is!